Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brazil and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.